When my life is over, do I want to be remembered as a girl who wore cute clothes and always expressed herself through fashion, or the girl who was clothed in compassion and humility, and expressed the heart of God to humanity?
I know how I want to be remembered. Nevertheless, there is a war going on in my heart. I want things. Material things, things I don't need. Things that cost money, money that could buy things for people who don't have any things. Why is it so important for me to have a different colored scarf to match all my outfits, when some people don't even have a winter coat?
I'm a pretty sensible person. But when I examine the life I always thought I lived so simply, I wonder how much excess I have that could be helping people. The more I give, the happier my heart is. But I forget that so quickly.
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